Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

“Ooooh, pull my pants off, Edna!” Marcella moaned.

The redhead wasted no time in removing Marcella’s panties, then immediately hunkered down between her thighs. Marcella began to bump her belly, causing her tits to bounce up and down. Edna grasped them again-but this time not punishingly. She lovingly stroked and rolled the bobbling orbs and plucked at Marcella’s stretchy nipples as she plowed her tasty love-pasture with an adoring tongue.

Marcella had never been with another woman before, and she was amazed that she enjoyed what was happening. The tongue that slithered between her slippery, velvet lovelips might have been a man’s-but it wasn’t! The hands that pleasured her titties might have been a man’s, too. But she could see that the fingers were delicate and slender, tipped with lacquer, and she could watch Edna’s bobbing feminine head between her wideflung thighs.

Mostly she just felt the magnificent thrill of the tongue that plunged into her cunt, licking across the red-hot tip of her clitoris and along her rough to circle her spasming cunt-mouth. Marcella bounced her asscheeks on the ground and moaned heatedly. She tossed her head from side to side. Her eyes gaped, but they saw nothing-not even the men who were standing nearby, jacking off. She feverishly licked her lips.

Edna’s head reeled from the taste of the other woman’s juice-exuding cunt… the slippery feel of her unfurled, palpitating cunt… and the steamy scent of feminine arousal that gushed up Edna’s flared nostrils. The redhead was getting so hot that she required reciprocation from the other female.

Suddenly she raised her head from between Marcella’s thighs, and she squirmed out of her own clothes, which consisted of only three pieces-blouse, skirt, and panties. As Marcella continued to writhe against the ground, moaning softly, Edna turned and straddled her, facing south.

Now Marcella was faced with a whole new thing altogether: Another woman’s wide-open crotch, poised before her face… curly little red hairs lining a lurid wet slit… an asshole staring at her!

Edna didn’t give her much time to look. She backed up quickly and sat on Marcella’s face, then dug her tongue once more into Marcella’s flesh-pudding and slurped greedily.

Marcella was afraid to breathe, with her nose sunk between the other woman’s asscheeks as she throbbed and tingled from head to toe. Edna’s cunt was smack against her lips, crosswise, and the other girl’s juices dribbled into her mouth!

When Marcella had first had a cock pressed against her lips, she had sucked it. She had never been sorry. Now, with a cunt in the same position, she reacted in the same way… except that more sucking wasn’t all that was required. She had to use her tongue, as well.

Into Edna’s cunny she thrust her slippery oral instrument, and her brain swirled giddily as she got her first rich taste of another woman. She also drew a heady, somewhat earthy scent when she was forced to draw a deep breath between Edna’s buttocks.

She didn’t care about that. Edna’s tongue in her cunt felt too good, and Edna’s velvet snatch felt good to her tongue, also. She ate, while Edna ate her. They clutched each other, bumping and writhing in the grass.

The men who stood beside them pulled at their throbbing pricks, and both shot off at the same time. Spurts of creamy sperm looped into the air and splattered down on the women’s squirming forms. The men groaned.

Edna and Marcella came.

There was no fight left in either of them as they disentangled and stood up.

Walter shoved his soft penis into his pants and slinked away from the lurid, lascivious scene in his neighbor’s pasture. Floyd returned to his truck.

“Where are my panties?” Marcella asked dizzily. “And, oh God, where’s my dress?”

She stumbled about, titties shaking, as she searched for her clothes. Edna was getting into hers.

Finally the women returned to the truck, Marcella holding her ripped dress together, and they piled in next to Floyd.

“Hellfire… “ he murmured, and started the truck’s engine.

“Hellfire is right!” Marcella remarked in dismay. ‘The devil must have been here with us!”

“Forget that crap!” Edna said. “What I want to know is, what are we going to do about Thad?”

“Huh?” Marcella stared blankly at her. “Ooh, him! Goodness, I don’t know.”

“Well, I do! He’s got something coming. Hey! I left a guy parked out by the mailbox.”

She craned her neck to look for Harvey, but he had driven off.

“Let him go back to his frigid Hazel!” she said. “He didn’t have the guts to go to California with me, anyway.”

“What?” Marcella didn’t know what the other woman was talking about.

“Never mind. Can you put me up for the night?”

“No,” Marcella said. “I’m moving out. I just came from renting a place in town.”

“And Thad?”

“He’s gonna get his own place. That’s what he’s doing now.”

“I’ll put you up, honey,” Floyd offered as he stopped the truck in front of the house.

“You’re kidding!” Edna said as she stared at the white-haired farmer.

“Floyd’s a good man!” Marcella spoke up. “His wife isn’t too friendly, though.”

“Oh shit, let me out of here!” Edna said, and leaped from the truck.

She began to run toward the road.

Once there, she sighted up the narrow strip of asphalt and saw a car parked about a quarter-mile away, next to some trees.

Harvey! she thought. That chicken-shit didn’t have the guts to stay or the guts to leave, either. But one thing he does have is money. He’s got a wad of traveler’s checks that would choke a mule!

She set out walking toward his car.

Marcella acted funny tonight! Thad thought as he drove away from the old house where she had rented quarters for herself and her children. When I told her about Barnaby Rhodes, she didn’t seem sure if she would help me with him or not. Well, I guess she needs some more loving from the master hand of yours truly. Too bad she has those kids with her or I would have spent the night there, and the devil with Dotti! I don’t need her any more.

That cute little Beth! he mused with a glint in his dark, satanic eyes. Now she would be some fucking! I’ll bet she doesn’t even have hair on her cute cunt yet! She has hardly any tits-just bee-stings starting to push out. What I’d give to be able to show her what it’s all about!

He squirmed behind the steering wheel, getting a hard-on just from thinking about being with Marcella’s twelve-year-old daughter.

He turned into the alley that ran next to the real estate office and parked in the back, as Dotti had directed. Glancing about, he saw no one. He got out of the car, walked to Dotti’s back door, and let himself into her apartment.

“Dotti?” he called.

“I’m here in the kitchen!”

Good girl! Thad thought. She’s fixing dinner for us, just as I told her to do!

But when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised-and also stimulated-by the scene that met his eyes: Wearing just a garter belt and black nylons, Dotti was perched on the kitchen table, with her legs spread. She smiled warmly at him.

“How about some antipasto?” she invited, opening her cuntal labia with her fingertips.

Since Thad smelled spaghetti cooking on the stove, he didn’t mind fooling around a little first. Grinning, he pulled a chair up to the table and bent between Dotti’s thighs.

“Ooooh, you horny preacher, you!” she exclaimed, and wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his head as he began to eat her cunt.

Thad didn’t slight her just because she had offered herself as a joke, even though he was hungry for more substantial fare. The tang of cunt whetted his appetite. As an antipasto, it wasn’t half bad.